When I was a wee Virtual Memoirist in my grad school days in Annapolis, I used to read the Paris Review‘s Writers at Work interviews all the time. Borrowed a bunch of the collected volumes from the public libraries, and abused the photocopier at the MD DOT — where I taught GED skills to highway workers — to make copies of the best ones.
Now, the magazine is posting a whole ton of these great interviews on its site. For some bizarre reason (probably legal), they’re calling it the “DNA of Literature,” rather than “Writers At Work.”
Also, I’m not sure why certain of them haven’t been PDF’d (you really need to read the Faulkner one).